Page 55 of My Pucking Perfect Goalie

We could have flown out with them, but I wanted a night alone with Finn. A night in a hotel when the rest of the guys were taking off in different directions, going to spend holidays with family.

Now, I press her against the wall, wanting her closer. The door barely closed behind me before she was hauling me in by the front of my shirt and getting her hands on my skin.

Finn lets out a little noise when I press my lips to her neck—there’s this one spot, just above her collarbone, that drives me crazy—and pushes her hips against mine.

“I shouldn’t let you make excuses,” she says, breathless. “None at all.”

I want to say, “So punish me,” but I don’t. Instead, I just grab her ass and lift her, loving the way she automatically wraps herlegs around my waist, cinching tight enough that she doesn’t fall. And tight enough that my erection presses against her core.

I curse under my breath at the feeling of it, hot and ready for me.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” I mutter, when she grinds her hips against me.

“Who?” she laughs, hot and breathy. “Me?”

“All this time,” I say, turning and walking her to the bed. “Twice now I’ve made you come, and I still haven’t gotten my cock inside you.”

“Hmm,” she hums, eyes shining as I lay her down on the bed, the excitement already thrumming through me at what’s coming next. I’m going to take her clothes off, lay her out. Finally run my hands over every inch of her body.

The first time was hurried, frantic. It felt like a fluke, like I might never have her again, so I’d rushed to make her come, to get my mouth on her. And the second time was nowhere near enough—just her fingers on my cock. Cut off by Penny returning with a lunch neither of us wanted to eat. But now—nowI get to have Finn just the way I want her.

Slow.

Unhurried.

“Maybe I should keep making you wait,” she murmurs, as I kiss down her neck and to her chest, biting at her peeking nipple through the unpadded, silky material of her bra.

“Fuck,” I mutter, the sight of her nipples and her teasing working together to make my cock jump. “You wouldn’t fuckingdare.”

“You’re tempting me,” she whispers, as I lower my head further, kissing along the flat plane of her stomach and down to the ridges of her hips. I plant my hands under her ass and lift her hips toward me, kissing the bone and down across her navel.

Every part of her is perfect, smooth, soft, taut—fuck.

When I part her with my tongue, she’s already dripping for me, and the sound she lets out is intoxicating, a low moan from the back of her throat. A rumbling, desperate, animalistic sound. Needy.

Remembering what I’ve already learned about her, I apply the right amount of pressure and speed, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, then pulling back at the last second and replacing my tongue with my thumb, loving how loose and warm she is from my mouth.

“Sam,” she hisses, and once again—that nickname should hurt, but for some reason it doesn’t. “Fuck, what are you—?”

“You gonna let me put my cock inside you?” I ask, breathing hard, arm shaking with restraint. She’s so close to the edge, andall I want to do is send her over. Watch her body shake, watch her ride on the wave of pleasure I made for her.

But I also want to get inside her. And teasing her might be the way there.

“Fuck, yes,” she hisses, and my heart thrums when her legs fall open, a low whimper erupting from the back of her throat.

“Yes, what?” I say, surprised at my boldness. Going with it, I lean forward, grinning down at her, feeling some sort of strange power. “Ask for it, Finn.”

When her eyes meet mine, there’s a fire behind them, and for a moment, I think she might not. That her pride might get in the way.

Then, in the sultriest voice she’s ever used, she says, “I’d like your cock.Now, Sam.”

“Beg me,” I insist, sliding my finger down until I’m at her entrance. I push a single knuckle in, watching as her mouth makes a tiny “o.”

Once again, I think she’s going to tell me to fuck off. Remind me that she’s the one who gives the orders again. Call off the entire deal.

But she doesn’t. This isn’t normal, put-together, in-charge Finn. This is a come-apart woman. A completely different animalaltogether. Her hair loose on the pillow, her eyes dark and shining at me. Her legs open, her wanting on my fingers.

“Please,” she says, husky voice sending a shiver straight to my cock. “Pleasefuck me, Sam.”

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